Boyrax and I were together from 6AM when he woke up to 11:30PM when we got back home tomorrow. And I am sad that he went into the living room after that while I went to sleep.
Nevermind that he wanted to stay up and I was exhausted, nevermind that he gave me the big bed ALL TO MYSELF all night and all morning, nevermind that he probably did so because he anticipated bad heartburn and didn't want to wake me up. HE ABANDONED ME.
I am the worst.
Is anyone else unfair about silly things like this?
ETA: I think I'll make him some chili to make up for glaring at him sleeping peacefully on the couch. Sorry Boyrax! It's not your fault!